At that time, Björk had just published the album Volta, which on the cover looks like Björk Orangina has entered a bottle. And with the first song on this album, Earths intruders, Björk and his orchestra begin.

In the Orchestra, two people in electronic machines, one at the piano and one Icelandic army of copper on the right side of the scene. There's a dozen musicians -- trumpets, thrombones, saxophones -- united together with chains hanging on their legs as slaves. They dance, shaking their chains. Because the one who doesn't move doesn't feel the chains.

The first song, good, takes us the step of entering the concert. Next comes the song Hunted. “They hunt me,” Björk sings. And at the same time, it takes out a huge network of plastic that attaches to the skin and pulls it onto the public. Through the network, Björk’s patients “manipulate” the public.

Among songs he thanks us with some “grrracias”. Next, the most varied songs from his last album, Volta. This is the Volta tour. What about the old songs? When the copper starts the introduction of the song Joga, my concerns arise. The presence of copper brings another quality to songs. Most of the time for good, but I don't always like that color.

With this special training, the concert progresses, in which each of the orchestra’s musicians performs their work. Before them, as in ours, is Björk. Shouting, softly, jumping, to the musicians, to the public, always moving, but without all the instants. He does not despise anything. Time is getting better.

Before the concert, the surface earthquake with a Pagan Poetry is a super nice ending, Björk sings us from another universe, the copper makes crowns. And they continue, with a hyperballad that causes me an internal nuclear explosion.

The game with the lights must be highlighted, the scene has a special brightness, but also in the public the lights pass over us and sometimes some lasers cross us.

After many “Grrracias”, our protagonist leaves the scene. And back. But this time shouting “thank you.” Continuing with the song Declare Independence. With All is full of love, we end the two-hour service.

Today I do not know if I could go to see it for several reasons (personal, therefore political). And I don't think it's worth ... I saw it yesterday!